“You’re gorgeous.” He chuckled as he pinched her nipple, making streams of heat shoot to her pussy. “And hungry. And so fucking responsive I can’t stop.”
Gen stretched, offering up her naked body, feeling like a goddess under his hungry, lust-filled gaze. “Who says you have to?”
He growled low and flipped her over onto her tummy. “You’re right. But first I want to see the tat. Who else saw it?”
The thread of possessiveness thrilled her, even though she knew it was just for the night. “Just Kate. And the artist.”
“Good. Now lie still like a good girl.”
Her heart pounded madly. He was beyond an amazing lover. He played her body like a musician, but was able to switch from loving and sweet to dirty talker, dom, and rocker bad boy. She loved every aspect of him, hard and soft, and knew she could spend the rest of her life relishing each part he wanted to show her. Gen thought he’d give his body to her, but it was so much more than she imagined. In only a few hours, he had shared parts of his heart, and she’d treasure that for the rest of her life.
The rational voice tried to chime in with warnings. She realized it was only about one night. One night to satisfy their sexual urges, be together as man and woman instead of friends, and that he’d never allow himself to move further into a relationship with her. By dawn, he’d be freaked out, terrified, and begin to retreat.
But it was okay. Would have to be. Because she still had hours before the sun came up and she intended to enjoy every second to the fullest.
She turned her head to the side and relished the large, hard hands that rubbed the soreness from her shoulders and back in a delicious massage. A moan spilled from her lips, and she melted into the mattress. He muttered something dirty as he moved lower, kneading her breasts, down her ribs and to the flare of her hips. With each slow decline, she grew wetter, her pussy throbbing for contact. She wiggled a bit to put pressure on her clit, but he surprised her with a slap on her ass.
“Hey!”
“Don’t think I know what you’re trying to do. I refuse to let you climax without my help.”
“Fine. Keep it moving, then.”
A sharp nip on her spine, and a long slide of tongue ending at the curve of her rear shut her up real quick. She was trapped in a sensual spell, both misty and sharp, until nothing mattered except his voice and touch and commands. She’d never had that with any of her previous partners. She’d enjoyed sex, loved David enough to give herself over until he began to hurt her more with every sexual encounter. But with Wolfe? She was completely possessed by him. A twinge of fear shot through her. She had an instinct that if she spent more intimate time with him, he’d end up owning her completely.
The rest of her thoughts scattered as his fingers traced the outline of her tat, gently stroking the sensitive skin. “So beautiful.” She imagined the scarlet rose petals, the curve of the stem stopping right above her buttocks, and the drops of blood dripping down each wickedly sharp thorn. “Blood. No baby’s breath.” He paused but his fingers never stopped caressing her. “Why?”
“Pain with pleasure. Hurt with love. Betrayal with trust. I’m learning it’s not about one thing but a mix. And I never want to forget it again.”
She heard his sharply indrawn breath, but his fingers remained so gentle on her skin. “I wish you never had to know that,” he murmured.
Gen gripped the pillowcase and spoke fiercely. “I’m glad I know. Don’t wish for me to be sheltered or protected from things that are real. I’m strong enough to face them, survive, thrive. Just like you.”
This time, he dug into her skin, but she relished the brief pain, even arching into him. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered. “I’ve known you for years, yet tonight I feel like I’m meeting you for the first time. It’s too much. It’s too—”
“I know.” The hunger hit hard again and she was helpless to fight. Hell, she didn’t even want to. Her body shook with a crazed need. “It’s too fierce, too good, but I don’t care. I want to burn in it for a little while. Take me again, Wolfe.” Her voice broke. “I can’t seem to stop the wanting.”
He bit her hard, and she relished the pain, crying out in sheer pleasure. Wanting his mark on her, she pushed back in for more, and his rough hands grabbed her ass, kneading, stroking, pleasuring, slipping between her legs to gather the wetness there and spread it over her clit. He worked his fingers in and out while his tongue stabbed inside, and she rubbed her nipples against the covers and wept for him, modesty and shame and civility long gone in the heat of the darkness of night.
He pulled her legs apart, dragged her upward so she braced herself on the bed, and took her hard. The scrape of his piercing massaged her clit, making her wild, and she grabbed the bedposts to have something to cling to as she built toward another earth-shattering orgasm. His cock pulsed, taking up every inch of her body until there was nothing left but him. Her muscles screamed in protest, her belly clenched, and his fingers took her higher, roughly, his cock working her and their wet bodies slapping against each other in carnal bliss until she came so hard tears streaked down her face. Light shimmered within and shoved her into a tunnel of such sharp pleasure it mingled with pain, providing a stimulation she never thought existed. Her muscles gave way and she fell back into the pillows, even as Wolfe held her hips, bruising, welcoming, and came inside her with a guttural moan that touched her soul and beyond.
She knew then it was too late. Had always been too late.